THE CURE TO THIS ONE'S DARK

You never really grow out of that back-to-school feeling. 

No matter how old we get, as soon as the light goes gold in August and there’s that first sixty-degree night that feels crispy, that same unmistakable feeling comes through. It’s something like a mix of Sunday melancholy and a sense of strong, clear potential. 

Happens at the end of every summer. 

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